For some bloody stupid reason best known to myself
I took the advice of one of my former house mates that i should stay in Portsmouth over the summer - he managed to get a good job and said he'd get me one too. Fast forward a few months and i'd moved into this tiny 3 bedroom flat in Fratton living with the former housemate and his twat of a friend. The job i had been promised vanished the first day i went to work (they had decided - whithout telling me - that they didnt need me now, but they did need a general dogs body to do the grunt work) - so i ended up working for £60 a week instead of the £300 i was promised....anyway back to the dickhead!!

He was a fat, ginger, Irish wannabe, wanker, he spent all evening on the internet (on dial up) downloading pictures of female pop stars to wank over. his favs were when you could see the nipples/nipple outlines. When he wasnt tossing he would go on about how wonderful the IRA were and play D&D with his other idiot friends...!

But what really got me was that both him and former house mate had good jobs while i was struggling to make ends meet. we would split the bills three ways (fair enough) but the phone bill was always the largest bills (down to ginger wanker boy). But as we spilt the unitemised part 3 ways - he figured out that if he hung up after 50 mins it wouldnt be itemised. so i was ending up paying for him to get off on softcore porn!! i wouldnt have minded if it was hardcore and he shared :oD

I still see him walking around portsmouth - he now wears this long Neo (matrix bloke) style leather coat. I guess he thinks he looks good - but take it from me - he doesnt!

/length - tiny and shrivelled, wish i hadnt walked on him in the shower - arrrrrg my eyes my eyes!!
( Rev. Jesse. broke his ankle, Fri 6 Apr 2007, 14:15, Reply)